She is sent out on a voyage of discovery to find the north pole, which she expects to reach here in the West Indies.
When she finds it, I will let you know by mail, if you will give me your address," rattled Christy with abundant self-possession.
"No, no, now! You are chaffing me." "Do you know, brother mortal of mine, that I suspect you are a Yankee; for they say they live on baked beans, and earn the money to buy the pork for them by asking questions." "I am not a Yankee; I am a long way from that." "Then perhaps you sympathize with the meridonial section of the nation on the other side of the Gulf Stream." "Which section ?" asked the stranger, looking a little puzzled.
"The meridonial section." "Which is that?
I don't know which meridian you mean." "I mean no meridian.

Perhaps the word is a little irregular; I studied French when I was in the Bangerwhangerlang College in China, and I am sometimes apt to get that language mixed up with some other.

Let me see, we were speaking just now, were we not ?" "I was." "Sometimes I can't speak any English, and I had forgotten about it.
If you prefer to carry on this conversation in Hebrew or Hindostanee, I shall not object," added Christy gravely.
"I think I can do better with English." "Have your own way about it; but 'meridonial' in French means 'southern,' if you will excuse me for making the suggestion." "Then I am meridonial," replied the stranger, and he seemed to make the admission under the influence of a sudden impulse.
"Your hand on that!" promptly added Christy, extending his own.
"All right!" exclaimed the other.

"My name is Percy Pierson.

What is yours ?" "Percy Pierson!" exclaimed Christy, starting back with astonishment, as though his companion had fired a pistol in his face.
"What is the matter now ?" demanded Percy Pierson, surprised at the demonstration of the other.
"What did you say your name was?
Did I understand you aright ?" "I said my name was Percy Pierson.